Page 106 of Two Hit Wonder

"Have you checked the box labeled 'Mo's cables and things she'll die without'?"

Mo's eyes narrowed. "That's not a real box."

"It absolutely is. I made it specially." Iona set down the book box and stretched her aching back. "It's got a picture of a skull on it and everything."

"You drew a skull on a moving box."

"I thought it would help you find it."

Mo stared at her for a long moment, then rolled her eyes, and turned and disappeared back down the hall. Iona allowed herself a small smile. Two years and the teenage sulks were just as bad as ever, if slightly less common than they used to be.

Maeve emerged from the bedroom carrying another box, this one labeled "guitar stuff (do not drop or Maeve will cry)." She raised an eyebrow at Iona. "What's the verdict?"

"She's looking for her charger."

"Hmm."

Iona frowned. "Yeah, she seemed… calmer than I’d expected. I mean, given how vociferously she’s been against this move and all."

"Maybe she’s mellowing out," Maeve said, twirling her red hair up into a messy bun in a way that still made Iona’s heart beat too hard.

"MUM."

The shriek from Mo's room could have shattered glass. Iona and Maeve exchanged a look.

"You jinxed it," Iona said accusingly.

Mo stormed back into the living room. Her face was blotchy. Her eyes were red. In one hand she clutched her phone like a weapon. "Half my stuff is gone."

"The movers have already been once this morning," Iona said. "You were upstairs at Oliver’s."

"Well, you’d better tell them to bring my stuff back," Mo said, folding her arms.

Iona sighed. "And why would I do that​?"

"Because I'm not actually going," Mo said.

Iona looked at Maeve again, who shrugged. "Mo—"

"I'm not. I'm staying here."

"You can’t stay here," Iona said with very thin patience.

"I absolutely can," said Mo. "And I’m going to."

"Just because your boyfriend lives here," Iona began.

"He’s not my boyfriend."

Iona stopped. "Wait. What?"

"He’s not my boyfriend," Mo said, a look of satisfaction on her face. "We’re getting married."

Iona opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "Married," she said faintly.

"Yes. Married." Mo lifted her chin in defiance. "We've been dating for two years and we're in love and I don't see why I have to move to some stupid house in some stupid neighborhood just because you're famous now."

"You're sixteen."